Ok, in my house we have cat treat time. That’s when the three cats get their dinner — yucky canned stuff of some kind. Tonight is was human grade ham chunks in water. Last night it was something called potted meat, again human grade. I’ve stopped buying the canned catfood because the cats are rejecting about half of the cans. And they use to eat them like kids eat candy — wonder if the quality of canned catfood has declined in the last couple of years? But that’s off topic.
Every night, the cats get their dinner about 8 or 9 pm. The idea is that they all come running for the cry “Sally, Sophie, Charrrrrrlieeee”. And the dogs know what cat treat time means. Before I do the call; they get sent out side with the instructions “Its cat treat time, outside”. And both Mitzi and Elle go very happily. Then I call cats — 3 sets of up tails come running. Cats get their dinner. Then they play musical plates as everyone checks all plates to ensure no one got anything special. When the cats finish dinner, then the dogs get to lick the plates. Sometimes they get lucky. Woe betides any cat who gets in the way of dogs checking leftovers from a cats dinner. Well Mitzi has learned that cat treat time can be fun. And now she’s the first one at the door; beating Elly to the good plates every night.